Unit three thousand twenty one is warning
Makes a humming sound - when its circuits
Duplicate emotions - and a sense of coldness detaches
As it tries to comfort your sadness -

One more robot learns to be something more than
A machine - when it tries the way it does - make it seem
Like it can love -
Cause it's hard to say what's real - when you know the
Way you feel - is it wrong to think it's love
When it tries the way it does...

Feeling a synthetic kind of love
Dreaming a sympathetic wish -
As the lights blink faster and brighter -

One more robot learns to be something more than
A machine - when it tries the way it does - make it seem
Like it can love -
Cause it's hard to say what's real - when you know the
Why you feel - is it wrong to think it's love
When it tries the way it does...

It should've been the best day of her life. Here she was, in her bridal gown, awaiting the coming of a husband who would never come. Tears rolled down her cheeks, ruining the make-up that had been applied with so much care, as she heard the officer making his report.

Harry P. Dreamer, the love of her life, had been killed in a drone attack.

It was a fluke, they said. "Somehow the targets got switched. Something must've short-circuited. We're awfully sorry for your loss."

But she, Ms. Dragonite, soon to be Mrs. Dreamer if this hadn't happened, did not believe the man. This was no fluke, she thought. The programming was faultless, she knew that much. Harry had been intricately involved with the Treedileaks program, and had been partly responsible for funding the whole project. No, someone must've hacked the system and re-routed the drone's path and target. And she had a pretty clear idea of where to look.

Back home, all of Harry's files and documents concerning the matter were upturned. Dragonite searched all through the night, never even stopping to remove her bridal gown. Come morning, she thought she had the answer.

Harry had some intense contact in the developing stages of the Treedileaks project with a slippery fellow, ostensibly called 'Gentleman of Dread'. Not only did he lead a gambling syndicate, he was also an accomplished hacker (codename MysteriousDice), loosely affiliated with Anonymous. Even though his reputation was less than savory, Harry and the project's founder Treed had hit a wall at that point, both financially and technically, and had made a deal with this fellow in order to see the project done. Dread made a pretty big investment then and there.

That was Harry's and Treed's mistake. Dread must've hidden a backdoor in the drone's code, allowing him to take over control and have it turn on those he wanted gone. The motive was obviously clear: Harry P. Dreamer was one of the few who could've possibly figured out what Dread had done.

That afternoon, she sought out an assassin. A mysterious vigilante who kept his face hidden behind a hood. 'Business security', he said. Whatever. She paid this mysterious figure handsomely, and was to seek out and kill this 'MysteriousDice', who was reported to appear at a hacker's dinner party.

The assassin proved trustworthy. In full view of the gathered crowd, Dread suddenly dropped to the floor, dead. He'd only taken one bit of the poisoned pheasant, but it was enough.

When the assassin returned to the Dreamer mansion to report to ms. Dragonite, however, he found the place torched. Not wanting to draw attention to anyone who might be watching, he let the taxi drive past unnoticed.

When the police arrived, they found the corpse of a young lady in her bridal gown, hanging limply from a tree.

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MysteriousLass was killed by the mafia. She was a Civilian played by Dragonite.MysteriousDice was killed by the vigilante. He was Mafia played by Gentleman of Dread.

The vigilante has one bullet remaining.

In the wake of HPD's passing, all shall perish save for those who rid themselves of their enemies. Following the passing of the Lord, the second day dawns red as two more join him in the afterlife.

The star destroyer Executor, pride and flagship of the Imperial Navy, was eclipsing the sun. Which is why it was midnight.

On the bridge of the enormous starship, a dark figure was staring out of a viewport, surveying the endless void beyond. His thoughts as black as the vacuum of space itself.

The captain of the ship approached him, then stopped at a respectful ten feet's distance.

His heels clicked into attention and he cleared his throat.

"We have arrived in the Sol system, Lord Vader. A hyperspace vapour trail bearing the Cytugian's signature has been traced leading to the third planet out from the local star. It seems the bounty hunter's information has proven itself correct."

The helmeted figure continued to stare out of the window, without comment. Only the constant mechanical hissing and wheezing of his breathing apparatus pierced the uncomfortable silence on the bridge.

"Your orders, Lord Vader?" The captain's eyes shifted around nervously, as he anticipated the worst. Something was wrong. Around the Dark Lord it was never a good thing when something was wrong.

After many oppressive seconds of silence, the Dark Lord turned in a sudden motion to face the captain. "AH-HA!", he exclaimed with an uncharacteristic joviality.

The captain's eyes widened.

"I am King Jaffe Joffer ruler of Zamunda!", said Vader. "I have come for my son Akeem."

The captain stammered. He didn't know what to make of this. "W-we have prepared your shuttle, Lord. If you wish, we can..."

"You are not Akeem."

The captain stood dumbfounded. "Uh..."

Before he could say anything, he felt an invisible grip tighten around his neck. Vader's gloved hand was stretched out, pinching air. The captain knew his time was up. He was going to die without ever knowing what his transgression was. And so he did. His limp body slouched onto the polished deck. The Dark Lord of the Sith stood over the body for a moment, then proceeded to walk out of the bridge.

Just before he made his exit, he turned around to face the crew of the bridge, who were all silently staring at their consoles pretending to not have noticed anything had happened.

So basically bed is probably town, unless Dice was a try-hard. It's also likely there's mafia in: Dad, Lies and Legs. Lace less likely as he started the wagon.
Oh, those who didn't lynch Lord are townier.
Come on people, talk.

kay if it's too much trouble you can post from your main and reveal yourselves

just rid me of the inactivity, cause this is getting stupid

"So when I say the fudge shaman flies he goddamn well flies and that's that." - Narts"My motto is that there are far too many women in the world to waste time with men." - thefalman"It's just that I'm not really aware of how a common conversation goes." - Imano Ob, talking on MSN about talking on MSN"As for FE8, that was IS' variant of Man Spam - Dudes with Swords edition." - Xenesis

"everytime I try to draw xen I end up drawing a kangaroo smoking a cigar while chainsawing a tree" - Deoxy"I can't believe I'm the only person who voted Stallone. His appeal lies in watching is movies again and again just to hear what the hell he's talking about." - Kilteh

"So when I say the fudge shaman flies he goddamn well flies and that's that." - Narts"My motto is that there are far too many women in the world to waste time with men." - thefalman"It's just that I'm not really aware of how a common conversation goes." - Imano Ob, talking on MSN about talking on MSN"As for FE8, that was IS' variant of Man Spam - Dudes with Swords edition." - Xenesis

"So when I say the fudge shaman flies he goddamn well flies and that's that." - Narts"My motto is that there are far too many women in the world to waste time with men." - thefalman"It's just that I'm not really aware of how a common conversation goes." - Imano Ob, talking on MSN about talking on MSN"As for FE8, that was IS' variant of Man Spam - Dudes with Swords edition." - Xenesis

"So when I say the fudge shaman flies he goddamn well flies and that's that." - Narts"My motto is that there are far too many women in the world to waste time with men." - thefalman"It's just that I'm not really aware of how a common conversation goes." - Imano Ob, talking on MSN about talking on MSN"As for FE8, that was IS' variant of Man Spam - Dudes with Swords edition." - Xenesis

I know it's crumpets of us to kill Sven/HPD/Treed or whoever by virtue of being popular.

But accounts are simply not the solution. They're fun at first as we pick avatars and try to make up personalities, then the whole thing dies quickly.

"everytime I try to draw xen I end up drawing a kangaroo smoking a cigar while chainsawing a tree" - Deoxy"I can't believe I'm the only person who voted Stallone. His appeal lies in watching is movies again and again just to hear what the hell he's talking about." - Kilteh

Yeah, I figured it quickly becomes too much effort to log in those accounts. I had to look up my pass all the time since I couldn't remember what it was again.

The whole role-play besides it was completely optional, and I stressed that, but apparently when one person starts doing it, the rest just follows suit.

Anyway, yeah, I'm retiring the mafia accounts probably for good now, since there's no point in having them.

"So when I say the fudge shaman flies he goddamn well flies and that's that." - Narts"My motto is that there are far too many women in the world to waste time with men." - thefalman"It's just that I'm not really aware of how a common conversation goes." - Imano Ob, talking on MSN about talking on MSN"As for FE8, that was IS' variant of Man Spam - Dudes with Swords edition." - Xenesis

Problem is that if you don't roleplay, everybody will figure each other out fairly quickly. Everybody has their own style of posting, words they like to use often, etc. It's probably for the best that we figure something out with our normal accounts(join the protect HPD foundation and get a free T-shirt NOW!)

here's how to fix that: hpd is super jester for the next eight or so games

"everytime I try to draw xen I end up drawing a kangaroo smoking a cigar while chainsawing a tree" - Deoxy"I can't believe I'm the only person who voted Stallone. His appeal lies in watching is movies again and again just to hear what the hell he's talking about." - Kilteh